Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.